"They have their uses, so long as they are designed to come loose when caught. The cloth on the back of Ibani's armor is very capelike after all.

"And you get to be armed. I miss my lightsabers." The ebony blade fits quite nicely with his current aesthetic, and is a deadly weapon.

Ibani thanks her helpers, then turns gracefully toward the door. The mask of her identity very much in place, showing no nerves, no irritation, only a polite smile